The women seem to have thought of something, and grew much quieter than before.
Logan watched the silent interactions among the group, a light smirk playing on his lips. He casually responded to Richard Mitchell's words.
"Richard, you flatter me."
Afterwards, there was no further discussion as he seemed uninterested in elaborating.
Richard didn't probe further; everyone has their secrets and trump cards.
If it were him, he wouldn't divulge his methods of breaking a situation either.
"Young Master Logan, to meet is to be fated. In the vast expanse of Snow Mountain, for us to come together must be guided by some destiny. Why don't you move a little closer, so we can chat together?"
Richard's attitude toward him was quite good, even showing an attempt to curry favor.
Logan lowered his gaze, pondering for a moment. Eventually, he didn't refuse and moved closer.
As soon as he did, the women shifted aside a bit in disgust.
